Post by phoenix on Jun 19, 2016 0:06:55 GMT -5
((This ties in to two other posts: It happens after this roleplayd.proboards.com/thread/372/payment-calling-forth-nightmarish-partner?page=1&scrollTo=1340 and during the hour here roleplayd.proboards.com/thread/374/awakening-birth-goddess-loch-ness. Also, permission was given to me by Ann to play Melinda exactly as she told me to do it. *chuckles*))
-MEANWHILE, DURING THE HOUR AFTER VICONIA GOT HIT WITH THE SUN, to tie this all up like it was intended…-
Malrich
Dreamweaver.
God of Nightmares.
The God of Nightmares appeared on the deck of the airship where Boon was fighting Asuna and Melinda. He raised a hand and both women paused in their actions. Melinda glared at the Dreamweaver, but before she could say anything, Malrich interrupted her by lowering the hand which had paused them and holding it, palm up, for her to take.
“Mina is waiting for you.” He told her.
Melinda marched right up to the God of Nightmares and slapped him hard across the face. Malrich’s eyes shut and his head followed her movement. He inhaled deeply then exhaled. Malrich opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at the redhead. She parted her lips to more than likely scold him, but Malrich didn’t want to hear it. He waved his hand and she was gone. The God of Nightmares opened his mouth and stretched his jaw for a second before his voided black orbs of swirling insanity found Asuna.
She looked like Shi-Ann. As a matter of fact, she looked like Melinda, as well. And there she was, fighting… and very, very pregnant. Malrich had half of a mind to just leave her there for Boon to have fun with, but he knew that Shi-Ann would have something to say about that… And right now, Malrich was a bit cranky. And so, with another wave of his hand, Asuna was sent back to Avalon.
“What hast thou done with m’lady Asuna?” came a grown from behind him.
Malrich blinked, but did not turn around. He smirked. “Relax, I sent her back to Avalon. You should take better care of your women…”
The Dreamweaver glanced over his shoulder to Methuselah- who had suddenly appeared- then turned his attention back to Boon. He gave the tall man an exaggerated bow at the waist before he vanished, leaving Methuselah face to face with Boon.
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Fiskar the Thunderer
He who causes clouds and storms
Lord of the Mysterious Region
Trickster
Dark blue eyes watched the battle between Sirus and the trio from a distance. The tall man with shoulder-length blond hair gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. One hand was normal, adorned with many rings, while the other was monstrous.
Fiskar had witnessed the entire thing.
Now that he wasn’t concentrating on keeping up the illusion inside of the airship, Fiskar was no longer restricted in what he did. There was a manhunt for him, so Fiskar temporarily changed the way that he looked. Unfortunately, the Thunderer was never fully able to reverse the curse on himself. Every time he tried to change his appearance back to his normal self, one of his hands and arms would never fully turn- a constant reminder that he was trapped eternally, thanks to the curse.
Fiskar wanted to run and help Ayla, Aerie, and Viconia, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk anybody knowing where he was. Especially not Sirus. There was a murderous glare directed out to the Dark Lord when the explosion happened that shook the ground beneath them. But he didn’t have much time to fear that Viconia might no longer be alive when he heard a growl behind him.
The Thunderer spun around to find Mina standing with a Nightmare Hound on both sides of her. Mina’s eyes were red- it looked like she had been crying. The Nightmare Hounds at her side growled and snarled at Fiskar, their eyes glowing red. They slowly approached the Thunderer.
“Mina?!” Fiskar gasped, surprised.
“Run, Fiskar.” She said. Her voice trembled. “Please…” she added in a whisper.
Malrich’s apprentice raised her arm up, palm extended out. The Nightmare Hounds pounced. Fiskar quickly shifted into raven form and flew off into the sky. The Nightmare Hounds landed and howled in warning to their master before dissipating into strands of smoke-like substance- strands of dream. Melinda appeared next to Mina and the blue-haired woman flung herself into Melinda’s arms, hugging her tightly.
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At a distance, Malrich watched the raven fly away, but the raven did not go far. Fiskar flew into the forest, instead of flying back to his Realm. How curious…
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Fiskar ran as fast as he could. The manhunt on him was coming to an end a lot sooner than he had anticipated, thanks to Mina’s abilities to access little pockets of knowledge. She knew exactly where he was. And from her warning, it seemed that she was doing it against her will.
He never liked Malrich, anyway.
A Nightmare hound jumped in front of him from seemingly out of nowhere. Fiskar skidded to a halt and fell backwards from his sudden movement. He quickly scampered to his feet and launched himself in the opposite direction, but not before receiving a rather nasty gash on his still-cursed arm from the Hound’s claws. The hound chased him. The Thunderer could feel it hot on his heels. Fiskar changed into raven form again and flew off just as the Hound chasing him chomped the air, barely missing the raven. Another Nightmare Hound launched at Fiskar from the side. The raven instantly changed direction, but the first Hound swatted at him and hit. Fiskar flew into a tree trunk and fell, transforming back into human form.
He had the wind knocked out of him. He was dizzy. Sore. Bleeding. He shook his head in an attempt to keep from falling unconscious.
“Curious…” came a voice in front of him, accompanied by the growls of the Nightmare Hounds. “You take Mina from me and you hide by locking yourself up in your Realm. You trick my partner, knowing full well that I would hunt you down, yet you remain here. Why?”
“None of your business.” Fiskar replied, struggling to get back to his feet.
Once fully standing, his eyes went wide and he quickly shielded his face with his arms out of lack of time to do anything else. A large fireball flew towards him… And exploded upon contact.
When the dust settled, Fiskar’s eyes were still wide, but no longer from surprise, and more so from shock. He could see the look of confusion in Malrich’s eyes. What had just happened? Before he could react, the God of Nightmares was launching more attacks at him. Fiskar shielded himself again, but none of the attacks were actually hitting him. Slowly, he lowered his arms, even as Malrich’s attacks kept coming.
The necklace. The necklace that May had placed around his neck was casting a barrier, neutralizing the attacks. Magic could not touch him. God powers could not faze him. With the necklace on, he belonged to May and had the same abilities toward magic and God-like abilities as a Unisus did. The necklace glowed upon each attack, protecting him. And Malrich had noticed it, as well.
Malrich’s eyes were savage and crazy at this new information. The God of Nightmares was beyond pissed off. He grit his teeth angrily and raised his hand, about ready to launch a new barrage of spells, when four of the Loch Ness guards appeared, alerted by the chaos Malrich had been causing in the forest, thinking it was Sirus again.
“Halt!” one of them called out.
Malrich paused in his actions and shot the guard a glare. Fiskar took the opportunity to get himself out of danger by making illusions of himself. The many images of Fiskar surrounded the Dreamweaver and two of the four guards, and spun around them so fast that one would not be able to tell which was the real Fiskar.
Except that never worked on Malrich.
Malrich was attracted to swift movement like a feline to its prey. The God of Nightmares grinned and suddenly reached for one of the guards’ sword. He pulled it from its sheath, and in one swift moment, spun around and stabbed it through the real Fiskar.
This caught the Thunderer off guard, especially after he seemed invincible moments prior. All the images of the Thunderer vanished. Fiskar couldn’t even keep up the ability to look human. He instantly turned back into his bird-like form. Black, monstrous, clawed hands shook as his dark blue eyes fell to the sword that impaled him. He fell to his knees and coughed up a black, inky substance that dissipated into the ground as if it had never been there at all.
Three guards pulled out their swords and aimed them at Malrich. The fourth guard- whose sword was impaled through Fiskar- readied an arrow in his bow, aiming it at the God of Nightmares.
“That’s enough!” the swordless guard said.
“Stand down!” said another guard.
Fiskar grit his teeth and attempted to stand back up, his legs shaking. Malrich’s hand shot up, his index finger extended, requesting a pause, a moment.
“Wait!” Malrich said to the guards.
He then spun around instantly and grabbed the hilt of the sword that was impaled through Fiskar and twisted it. Fiskar cried out in pain and fell back to his knees while Malrich giggled like a child. The three guards with swords launched at Malrich and an arrow whistled through the air from the fourth guard. Malrich caught the arrow thanks to the fact that he was attracted to swift and sudden movement, and glanced over his shoulder for a moment before all four of the guards collapsed. The God of Nightmares had put them to sleep.
Fiskar was passed out from the pain. Malrich grabbed the hilt of the sword and twisted again, causing Fiskar to awaken and cry out in pain once more.
“I *REALLY* want to kill you for imploding my castle…” Malrich started, through clenched teeth, “But my brother requires that we work together.” Malrich pulled the sword out of Fiskar, who cried out again, and tossed the weapon by the sleeping guard that he took it from. “Come see me when you’re healed.”
With that, Malrich was gone. Fiskar writhed on the ground a moment before he managed to get to his hands and knees. He began crawling to reach the one who had harbored him, the one who had put the necklace on him: May.
-MEANWHILE, DURING THE HOUR AFTER VICONIA GOT HIT WITH THE SUN, to tie this all up like it was intended…-
Malrich
Dreamweaver.
God of Nightmares.
The God of Nightmares appeared on the deck of the airship where Boon was fighting Asuna and Melinda. He raised a hand and both women paused in their actions. Melinda glared at the Dreamweaver, but before she could say anything, Malrich interrupted her by lowering the hand which had paused them and holding it, palm up, for her to take.
“Mina is waiting for you.” He told her.
Melinda marched right up to the God of Nightmares and slapped him hard across the face. Malrich’s eyes shut and his head followed her movement. He inhaled deeply then exhaled. Malrich opened his eyes and slowly turned his head to look at the redhead. She parted her lips to more than likely scold him, but Malrich didn’t want to hear it. He waved his hand and she was gone. The God of Nightmares opened his mouth and stretched his jaw for a second before his voided black orbs of swirling insanity found Asuna.
She looked like Shi-Ann. As a matter of fact, she looked like Melinda, as well. And there she was, fighting… and very, very pregnant. Malrich had half of a mind to just leave her there for Boon to have fun with, but he knew that Shi-Ann would have something to say about that… And right now, Malrich was a bit cranky. And so, with another wave of his hand, Asuna was sent back to Avalon.
“What hast thou done with m’lady Asuna?” came a grown from behind him.
Malrich blinked, but did not turn around. He smirked. “Relax, I sent her back to Avalon. You should take better care of your women…”
The Dreamweaver glanced over his shoulder to Methuselah- who had suddenly appeared- then turned his attention back to Boon. He gave the tall man an exaggerated bow at the waist before he vanished, leaving Methuselah face to face with Boon.
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Fiskar the Thunderer
He who causes clouds and storms
Lord of the Mysterious Region
Trickster
Dark blue eyes watched the battle between Sirus and the trio from a distance. The tall man with shoulder-length blond hair gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. One hand was normal, adorned with many rings, while the other was monstrous.
Fiskar had witnessed the entire thing.
Now that he wasn’t concentrating on keeping up the illusion inside of the airship, Fiskar was no longer restricted in what he did. There was a manhunt for him, so Fiskar temporarily changed the way that he looked. Unfortunately, the Thunderer was never fully able to reverse the curse on himself. Every time he tried to change his appearance back to his normal self, one of his hands and arms would never fully turn- a constant reminder that he was trapped eternally, thanks to the curse.
Fiskar wanted to run and help Ayla, Aerie, and Viconia, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t risk anybody knowing where he was. Especially not Sirus. There was a murderous glare directed out to the Dark Lord when the explosion happened that shook the ground beneath them. But he didn’t have much time to fear that Viconia might no longer be alive when he heard a growl behind him.
The Thunderer spun around to find Mina standing with a Nightmare Hound on both sides of her. Mina’s eyes were red- it looked like she had been crying. The Nightmare Hounds at her side growled and snarled at Fiskar, their eyes glowing red. They slowly approached the Thunderer.
“Mina?!” Fiskar gasped, surprised.
“Run, Fiskar.” She said. Her voice trembled. “Please…” she added in a whisper.
Malrich’s apprentice raised her arm up, palm extended out. The Nightmare Hounds pounced. Fiskar quickly shifted into raven form and flew off into the sky. The Nightmare Hounds landed and howled in warning to their master before dissipating into strands of smoke-like substance- strands of dream. Melinda appeared next to Mina and the blue-haired woman flung herself into Melinda’s arms, hugging her tightly.
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At a distance, Malrich watched the raven fly away, but the raven did not go far. Fiskar flew into the forest, instead of flying back to his Realm. How curious…
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Fiskar ran as fast as he could. The manhunt on him was coming to an end a lot sooner than he had anticipated, thanks to Mina’s abilities to access little pockets of knowledge. She knew exactly where he was. And from her warning, it seemed that she was doing it against her will.
He never liked Malrich, anyway.
A Nightmare hound jumped in front of him from seemingly out of nowhere. Fiskar skidded to a halt and fell backwards from his sudden movement. He quickly scampered to his feet and launched himself in the opposite direction, but not before receiving a rather nasty gash on his still-cursed arm from the Hound’s claws. The hound chased him. The Thunderer could feel it hot on his heels. Fiskar changed into raven form again and flew off just as the Hound chasing him chomped the air, barely missing the raven. Another Nightmare Hound launched at Fiskar from the side. The raven instantly changed direction, but the first Hound swatted at him and hit. Fiskar flew into a tree trunk and fell, transforming back into human form.
He had the wind knocked out of him. He was dizzy. Sore. Bleeding. He shook his head in an attempt to keep from falling unconscious.
“Curious…” came a voice in front of him, accompanied by the growls of the Nightmare Hounds. “You take Mina from me and you hide by locking yourself up in your Realm. You trick my partner, knowing full well that I would hunt you down, yet you remain here. Why?”
“None of your business.” Fiskar replied, struggling to get back to his feet.
Once fully standing, his eyes went wide and he quickly shielded his face with his arms out of lack of time to do anything else. A large fireball flew towards him… And exploded upon contact.
When the dust settled, Fiskar’s eyes were still wide, but no longer from surprise, and more so from shock. He could see the look of confusion in Malrich’s eyes. What had just happened? Before he could react, the God of Nightmares was launching more attacks at him. Fiskar shielded himself again, but none of the attacks were actually hitting him. Slowly, he lowered his arms, even as Malrich’s attacks kept coming.
The necklace. The necklace that May had placed around his neck was casting a barrier, neutralizing the attacks. Magic could not touch him. God powers could not faze him. With the necklace on, he belonged to May and had the same abilities toward magic and God-like abilities as a Unisus did. The necklace glowed upon each attack, protecting him. And Malrich had noticed it, as well.
Malrich’s eyes were savage and crazy at this new information. The God of Nightmares was beyond pissed off. He grit his teeth angrily and raised his hand, about ready to launch a new barrage of spells, when four of the Loch Ness guards appeared, alerted by the chaos Malrich had been causing in the forest, thinking it was Sirus again.
“Halt!” one of them called out.
Malrich paused in his actions and shot the guard a glare. Fiskar took the opportunity to get himself out of danger by making illusions of himself. The many images of Fiskar surrounded the Dreamweaver and two of the four guards, and spun around them so fast that one would not be able to tell which was the real Fiskar.
Except that never worked on Malrich.
Malrich was attracted to swift movement like a feline to its prey. The God of Nightmares grinned and suddenly reached for one of the guards’ sword. He pulled it from its sheath, and in one swift moment, spun around and stabbed it through the real Fiskar.
This caught the Thunderer off guard, especially after he seemed invincible moments prior. All the images of the Thunderer vanished. Fiskar couldn’t even keep up the ability to look human. He instantly turned back into his bird-like form. Black, monstrous, clawed hands shook as his dark blue eyes fell to the sword that impaled him. He fell to his knees and coughed up a black, inky substance that dissipated into the ground as if it had never been there at all.
Three guards pulled out their swords and aimed them at Malrich. The fourth guard- whose sword was impaled through Fiskar- readied an arrow in his bow, aiming it at the God of Nightmares.
“That’s enough!” the swordless guard said.
“Stand down!” said another guard.
Fiskar grit his teeth and attempted to stand back up, his legs shaking. Malrich’s hand shot up, his index finger extended, requesting a pause, a moment.
“Wait!” Malrich said to the guards.
He then spun around instantly and grabbed the hilt of the sword that was impaled through Fiskar and twisted it. Fiskar cried out in pain and fell back to his knees while Malrich giggled like a child. The three guards with swords launched at Malrich and an arrow whistled through the air from the fourth guard. Malrich caught the arrow thanks to the fact that he was attracted to swift and sudden movement, and glanced over his shoulder for a moment before all four of the guards collapsed. The God of Nightmares had put them to sleep.
Fiskar was passed out from the pain. Malrich grabbed the hilt of the sword and twisted again, causing Fiskar to awaken and cry out in pain once more.
“I *REALLY* want to kill you for imploding my castle…” Malrich started, through clenched teeth, “But my brother requires that we work together.” Malrich pulled the sword out of Fiskar, who cried out again, and tossed the weapon by the sleeping guard that he took it from. “Come see me when you’re healed.”
With that, Malrich was gone. Fiskar writhed on the ground a moment before he managed to get to his hands and knees. He began crawling to reach the one who had harbored him, the one who had put the necklace on him: May.
